#shirtless filipino

[makymakvrchat]

Sexy Muscle Boy at the beach. Filipino Muscle Men , Filipino Bodybuilder muscle flexing at the beach

[sins-of-the-sea]

//I wondered if Ruixiong being modest when it comes to clothing and sex is weird for him as Pride (specifically Vanity) but nah. For one, Pride isn’t inherently sexual. And two, well, it aligns with him being traditional Chinese, lmao.

Clearly he doesn’t like the reverse bunny suit because he thinks it looks stupid. Like a slutty clown suit.

[shirtlessrunner]

it’s more #fun in #nyc with #filipinos! #running #5k in #nyc to celebrate #philippines independence day #kalayaan 2022 #shirtless na ako para mas masaya! #runners #running #runningmotivation #fitnessmotivation #fitspo #fitspiration #medalmonday #rwrunstreak #runstreak day 2,933 (at New York City) https://www.instagram.com/p/CexWiXBtcjR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[agendabymooner]

sweet spoiled husband (+ son) ! sebastian vettel x ofc (filipino!ofc)

summary: there’s nothing more swoon-worthy than bel ong-vettel’s constant fawning over the retired german driver. AND mick schumacher can be anything. hell, he can also be the vettels’ child for a week as he travels to philippines to visit the couple.

content warning: mick schumacher <3, tweets at the first post, whipped!ofc being in love with seb and their son mick, seb being an afam (iykyk; for my halo halo homies, ily), wealthy and celebrity!ofc

note: i miss philippines. chile anyway, here’s some seb and mick content. p.s. I DO NOT OWN THESE PHOTOS, i got them from pinterest. also, you should see the tweets in full view 💕

masterlist

liked by mickschumacher, ginaschumacher, georgerussell63

mickschumacher from what i hear, i wouldn’t want to leave either 😅 liked by belongvettel

belongvettel until the personal space gets invaded hahaha!

user1 god has favourites and its the two of them

user2 god has a favourite and its sebastian vettel

user3 god has a favourite and its their dog hi-ro

georgerussell63 he’s really one-upping toto with all those shirts huh 🤣 liked by belongvettel

belongvettel i swear he never got the idea from toto 😭 it’s the retirement epiphany i suppose

georgerussell63 AH that’s more like it 👌

user4 THAT IS NOT SEB?!

user5 MAAM THAT CLOSET DOES NOT BELONG TO SEBASTIAN

user6 cut the cameras. deadass.

tagged belongvettel

liked by lewishamilton, danielricciardo, landonorris

user1 NAW THEY ACTUALLY TOOK HIM SHOPPING IN THE BAZAARS TOO 😭

user2 they took you to intramuros??? you are their favourite child 🤓

lewishamilton look at those two! so sweet 😍

belongvettel thank you so much for visiting us, mick! you’re more than welcome to stay for as long as you like (unless we live in switzerland, but of course you’re also welcome there) 🫶 liked by mickschumacher

mickschumacher i want more of those coconut shake please

belongvettel consider it done!

user3 i know the whole grid is foaming in the mouth rn after they saw you travel for free 😩

oscarpiastri jealous tbh

landonorris mate spare some schumacher genes, it’s the only way i’ll get noticed

mickschumacher 😘 no, i’d rather be an only child

ginaschumacher 👁️👄👁️

user4 bro forgot he had a sister lmfao 💀

user5 i just know that mick’s gonna be the talk of the grid when he returns from his vacation 😭😭

tagged mickschumacher

liked by georgerussell63, landonorris, maxverstappen1

mickschumacher looking forward to it!! liked by belongvettel

georgerussell63 the only time mick got a driver’s seat this season is seen at the last photo hahaha

mickschumacher don’t be jealous i have better shirtless photos than you 😡

user1 FACE OFF?!!! who has better shirtless photos

user2 bel please 😭 you fed us with too much shirtless mick photos

user3 sorry guys i drooled a lil

user4 lMAO NOT GEORGE VIOLATING MICK 😭😭

landonorris mickschumacher did you burn your tongue drinking the first pic too?

mickschumacher no 😅

belongvettel yes 😅

landonorris hi belongvettel can you take me to a trip next??? and oscar??? and max??? and danny???

user5 bel rn: “this is not the kind of charity i do” liked by mickschumacher

[fredwkong]

Heya! I was wondering if you could help me. I've got some friends in the Philippines and would love to spend a couple weeks with them, but I'm worried I'd have to rely on them to get around cause I don't speak the language.

Thanks for your booking with FWK Vacations! Your Filipino vacation is about to begin.

You wake up to the hammering of the rain on the roof. Yeah, you remember, that’s your usual wake-up call from your afternoon nap. Puerto Princesa in the rainy season, where it rains from 2-4 like clockwork.

You lift up your arms and give yourself a sniff. The humidity has you sweating all the time, but you love it. It keeps your lean muscles looking oiled up, and the scent you give off has boys all over you. The thought of your muscles has you chubbing in your gym shorts, so you roll off the futon and start doing push-ups. You gotta save your loads for the karaoke bar tonight.

A few minutes later, your friends get up from their siestas and come to watch your shirtless workout in the living room. It always gets them hot to catcall you in Tagalog while you work up a sweat. Pretty soon, they’re naked on the couch, jerking each other off while you do curls. Maybe you can expend a load with them, just for today. It would be pretty hot to do your squats on their fat Pinoy cocks.

Enjoy your vacation!

Want to go on vacation? Book via my ask box!

[kirihoon]

Filipino!Bakugou who cooks the best adobo!

It's even better than your mom's. You don't know how he manages to do it, but you swear it's the best you've ever had.

You asked him how he does it but he just tells you that some extra like you wouldn't understand.

You tried watching him while he was cooking, to see how he does it. But, well, you kinda got distracted. He was shirtless, only wearing an apron! Nobody could blame you for focusing on the wrong things.

Filipino!Bakugou who secretly loves singing.

He can't help it! He grew up with karaoke during every event. Of course he learned to love singing.

You sometimes catch him in the kitchen, singing quietly while cooking. You stare and listen to him but leave just before he's done so he doesn't find out that you love hearing his gruff voice. You swear the food tastes better when he does it.

Get him just a teensy bit drunk when there's a karaoke machine and that man will not stop singing until he scores a hundred. It doesn't matter that Kaminari has his phone out, recording him.

Filipino!Bakugou who plays the guitar.

He loves music, not just singing.

He has a guitar in his room and a collection of guitar picks.

His favorite is a pick that you made using the hard plastic from sim cards. It was terribly cut and was supposed to be a temporary fix since he left his guitar picks at home.

You tell him to use something else but he tells you he just plays better with it.

Knows how to play 'Mundo' by IVOS and forces you to sing it while he plays it. It doesn't matter that you sound like a dying duck, he thinks it's the best rendition of the song.

He taught you how to play the intro to 'Magbalik' by Callalily.

When he was still courting you, he straight up went to your house at night. Outside the gate, he stood with his old guitar.

He sang songs 'til you finally went outside and shut him up by agreeing to be his.

He told you that he was confident his harana would sweep you off your feet. But between us, he was so nervous that it was hard to play the guitar because of his sweaty palms.

Your mom was on the balcony, watching you two. You think she was even more kinikilig than you and Bakugou.

[soledadcatalina]

[id: a digital drawing of one of my ocs, angel, set against a light blue background. angel is an older, light skinned filipino butch who stands shirtless in jeans, one arm crossed against his torso while she looks off to the side. he has numerous tattoos, mostly characterized with thick, organic blue line work, with red floral motifs on her right hand, her left forearm, carnations on the shoulders, and lilies with large green winglike leaves on his chest. he also has three hearts on his right forearm.]

i havent drawn angel in a while but i keep trying to tweak his tattoos as i keep finding styles that i think would look good on her lol.

[pocketsizedquasar]

in the end/all i hope for/is to be a bit of warmth for you/when there’s not a lot of warmth left/to go around

heLLO i have been chipping away at this piece for LITERALLY the past month (i started it before my safehouse anniversary piece…). please look at it for at least that long. i am suffering.

(ID: A digital painting of Jon and Martin from The Magnus Archives lying on the floor and cuddling. They are both shirtless and in their boxers. Jon is laying with their head on Martin’s chest, and they are holding hands. Jon gazes up at Martin with a sad wistful expression, and Martin is looking away and saying something. The floor is hard wood, and the reflection of a rainy window is cast over the two of them and the wood.

Jon is a thin Persian person with medium brown skin and shoulder length curly graying dark hair. Their skin is covered in scars and he has a thick beard. Martin is a fat Black and Filipino, non-op trans man with dark freckled skin and short curly dark reddish brown hair. His hair is tipped with white and his face and hands are dotted with vitiligo. His left leg is cut off just below knee and replaced with a prosthetic leg & its prosthetic sock.)

[shirtlessmoviestv]

Derrick Monasterio : Cosmo Bachelor Bash 2015

[saikokirakira]

The Flight Risk (Marc Spector x Bakunawa!Reader Intro pt.1)

a/n: obligatory shirtless marc gif for what lies ahead i actually had fun and laughed at myself writing this. shit's about to get real in the next part, but i haven't written it yet. i'm also going on a trip, so... that update is a lot unsure. i'll try to stick to the usual wednesday, 9am pht.

Prev: II. Layla pt.2 | Next: III. Marc pt.2 | AU Masterlist

warnings: violence (mentioned); swearing; non-canon Filipino mythology; marc being a grumpy eagle; reader thirsting for marc for ten (10) seconds

“No.” “Yes.” “No.” “YES.”

“No!” You yelled at Layla as soon as you got to the airport exit.

“You can find Marc way faster than me. Just make sure he doesn’t get himself killed while I reacquaint myself with some old friends.”

You looked at her unimpressed. Not counting the fact that you did not know Marc at all, you were very wary over the fact that there was strong deity magic at play all over Cairo.

You weren’t going to disturb another one.

“Just two days. And I’ll call you every day.” She slipped a burner phone in your jacket pocket. “I promise.”

Sigh. You relented.

Layla was right.

You found Marc staying at a shoddy inn within a couple of hours.

You knocked and waited for a good ten minutes at his door before it opened.

Dear Lord.

Steven – or rather, Marc drunkenly swayed at the door, wearing nothing but boxer shorts.

You knew you felt some muscle when you snogged Steven a couple times, but you didn’t expect him to actually look like he did before you.

An annoyed grunt pulled you out of your staring.

“Oh, hi, Marc.”

SLAM!

You knocked incessantly at his door, until it angrily swung open the second time.

“What?!”

“I can help you find Harrow.”

Now, you sat in his messy room, glass strewn across the floor from a broken mirror that was hastily covered by a blanket.

“Well?”

You clicked your tongue behind your teeth before you shushed him.

“This is a waste of time. Get out. Go home.”

You glared at him. If it weren’t for Layla…

“Harrow has powers that shields him from Bakunawa’s sight, but he’s here.”

“No shit. Do you even know how big Cairo is?”

Your eyes flash topaz as you hissed at him. “Careful, mortal.”

You slam your fist on the floor, pushing Bakunawa back down, then rose to your feet.

“Get dressed. There’s a guy who knows something about a dig site. That’s a start.”

Then the idiot left you in the middle of the road half an hour later.

“Layla, your husband is a fucking flight risk.”

“Get used to it. I’m a little busy tracing an old collector friend. Just find him again.”

“What am I? A bloodhound?”

Two hours later, you were at a cliff, not far from the city.

Ah, the little serpent has found you once again.

You desperately tried to ignore the bodies littered across the ground, keeping your eyes on Marc, yet the smell of blood was taking over your attention.

“I’m guessing you missed the information about the dig site?”

That got me a chuckle from ol’ Grampa Crow.

“Why don’t you play with your little rocks and be some help in finding Ammit, huh?”

“So, now you’re willing to have me stick around and not leave me in the middle of the road to go on a murder spree?”

“Hey, I did not do this,” Marc pointed a finger in your face.

“Sure, they all stabbed each other and dropped dead,” you rolled your eyes and shoved his hand away, but not before you noticed the open cut on his arm.

You took a bottle of water from your bag and poured it over his arm.

“You just got my jacket and jeans we—” “Shush.”

You covered the wound with your hand, summoning the strength of any nearby Diwata for their healing powers. Your hands briefly glowed an icy blue before it faded into Marc’s cut, sealing it shut and leaving his arm good as new.

“The armour could’ve fixed that easily.”

Wow, he’s an asshole. Just like his master, the sand Diwata scoffed, unknown to Marc, before vanishing back into its realm.

Tell me about it.

Since Marc was being difficult, you turned to Khonshu instead. “Any better ideas? It seems like even Harrow’s followers are shielded from any form of divination.”

“What about the other gods? Are they just gonna stand by and allow somebody to unleash Ammit?” To signal for an audience with the gods is to risk their wrath.

“Can we trust the old bird?” you turned slightly to mumble to Bakunawa.

Khonshu and his Avatars have not fared well to any gods, deities, and other Avatars for the past centuries. I suggest we go back to London.

You rolled your eyes. “Are you sure this isn’t you being moon-hungry talking?”

If I wanted the moon, I could’ve easily taken over your body and slit your wimp’s throat to draw out the bird.

“Try to keep it family friendly, why don’t you?”

Suddenly, it was quiet, and you could feel the wind change.

You turned to Marc and Khonshu.

“What did you do?” “What are you doing?”

Sending the gods a signal they can’t ignore.

You felt the familiar movement of Bakunawa under your skin, tattoos moving like scales.

When you looked up at the sky, it was a solar eclipse.

“No! What did you do?!” Your voice began blending between yours and Bakunawa’s.

“Hey, what’s happening?” Marc grasped your biceps, which only caused searing pain even on your clothed skin.

He immediately let go of you, and for a moment, the concern in his eyes almost made you mistake him for Steven.

“No,” you panted. “Go. You need… to go… now. While I can… still control him.”

I suggest you do as the little serpent says, Marc.

“Shut up, you worthless god!”

Your outburst suddenly changed Marc’s stance. He now looked more alert, defensive.

“Bakunawa?”

[fricklefracklefloof]

martin tity soft and warm

[image description: sketches of jon and martin. jon is a thin pakistani person, and martin is a fat pre-op mixed filipino man. the first image has four sketches of jon, shirtless and laughing in boxers, tracing a heart shaped scar on his chest, cradling a laughing martin's face, and looking at something with wide eyes. the second image has three sketches of martin, looking sleepy with jon's head on his shoulder and his hand on his chest, standing shirtless with an arm and a leg outstretched, and smiling and wearing a binder.]

[cloudaintfair-archive]

Asked my cousin some Filipino actors, as i don't know any, and let me see if I can watch some Filipino Drama... and... all I see are shirtless and/or bikini photographs of these actors...

are Filipinos TV watchers generally this thirsty?

@pulaasul!!!

[feverinfeveroutfic]

flowers for alexander | chapter twenty

“Man, I picked the wrong day to wear long sleeves,” Rob was saying. Florence and Francine congregated with the two of them down by the water so no one up on the mainland would hear them; indeed, though there was a soft breeze which wafted in from the ocean, the fact that Santa Barbara was locked against the California coast and pointed southward, the warmth from the new day swept over them. Rob reached down to the bottom of his shirt and peeled it off, right over his head: he kept the collar pressed on the crown of his head so his hair was off of the back of his neck. The sleeves dangled down onto his back and shoulders, such that Florence smiled at him.

“Yeah, me, too,” Mark added, and he did the same thing with his shirt as well. Florence watched the two of them, with their bare chests of brown skin and a silky sheen to them under the morning sun.

If she and Eric were having a son, she hoped that he would be as beautiful as these two Filipino boys before them.

“Okay, fellas, what did you think?” Francine began, oblivious to what they were doing.

“Very strong and emotive,” Mark said as he adjusted the collar on his head. “I feel the love up in here with the two of you. I feel it with you, especially.” He gestured to Florence, who then raised her eyebrows at him.

“Yeah, it actually has me rooting for you, if I’m honest,” Rob added. “Like… he should know how you feel about him.”

Francine snickered.

“What?” Florence asked her, taken aback.

“I just think it’s so funny that these two boys are talking like this,” Francine confessed.

“They’re boys, they have feelings, too, Frankie,” Florence said.

The dirt under their feet turned into dense sand, and Florence knew that if they went any further along the rim of the pathway there, the sand would loosen up and give way to the water. Though she had her top on, she still shivered from the feeling of the sea breeze as well as having danced for those two boys back there.

She looked over at Mark and Rob right next to her, bare-chested and with the feeling of the ocean at their backs. Maybe it was the feeling of being pregnant, or maybe it was the fact that the two of them were both shirtless and in rather good shape as well, but she had the urge to kiss the two of them. All she knew about Rob was that he was the same age as Alex, about a month younger.

They reached the corner, where they were met with a left-hand turn: Florence could see they were only half a block away from the beach. She thought about Alex and the moment at the beach up the coastline, and she yearned for the same thing with Eric. She wanted to find a seashell for him once they returned to the restaurant as well as the airships.

“Shall we?” she offered them as well as Francine.

“Please,” Mark replied with a sly smirk on his face.

“Yeah, it’s too hot,” Rob quipped, and he kept one hand to his head to keep the shirt on at the crown. “Too hot not to be at the beach.”

The sun kissed their heads while the pavement turned into that fine sand yet again. The four of them took off their shoes and carried them as they made their way onto the sand together.

However, once they reached the sand, Florence noticed something about the beach that she never knew before. While the sands were fine and clean, and she could tell that the wetter part of it down by the water’s edge was also clean enough, she still caught the sight of small black pearls along the rim of the wet part. These small marbles, about the size of snow peas, all piled up and bubbled about with some of the sea foam along the edge of the wet sand. She could see them from above the edge as well.

Bits and pieces of brass and rusted metal lay strewn across the sand, right above the marbling.

“Look at the trash!” Francine declared, to which she pointed at the far side of the beach and the pieces of garbage all over the place.

“At that black stuff, too,” Mark pointed out. “What is that?”

Florence ducked over to the edge of the wet sand for a better look at the marbling, only to be met with a swampy earthy odor, one that made her think of mold.

“What do you think it is, Flo?” Francine asked her.

“It looks like oil,” Florence replied. “But it smells like mildew. You know, when earth gets too wet and it sits without airflow for a time, it gets that bad smell to it.” She turned her attention to the other side of the beach, where the two boys were headed to investigate the pieces of garbage strewn about the place. Francine picked up a stick from the sand and poked at the marbling.

“Yeah, it’s all crumbly,” she noted. “It’s almost like burnt sugar. If it was oil, it would probably be sticky. We would also see something out there.” She gestured to the ocean, whereupon the water was pure blue, with not a lick of pale gold indicative of crude oil to be found anywhere.

“The sand would be stained, too,” Florence added. “It looks like normal, healthy sand to me.”

Francine nudged at the marbling again with the tip of the stick, and a piece crumbled off. She picked it up and held it in her fingertips.

“Yeah, check it out, Flo,” she declared. “It feels kind of reedy, too.” She held it to her nose for a whiff, and then she held it back for a better look. “It’s… kelp.”

“It’s kelp?” Florence raised her eyebrows at that, and she took the piece as well. Indeed, it felt like a piece of kelp that had been burned and then hardened prior to washing up onto the beach.

“Wonder what happened,” Francine said.

“Hey, girls!” Mark called out to them. Florence held onto the kelp as she and Francine hurried over to those two boys, both of whom had congregated around something else that had washed up onto the sand. It wasn’t until they reached them when the object took shape of a part of a cylinder: Florence spotted the glossy sheen on one side as well as the coating of rust on the other. Something about the piece struck her as odd.

“It stills has its nuts in place,” Rob told them. “We just thought of you, Florence, and your willingness to fix things.”

Francine tapped on the piece of metal with the tip of the stick.

“Looks like a piece of a pipe,” Florence said as she stooped down for a closer look. She spotted the nuts and bolts on one edge of the metal: there was a slight bend above them as well, and she knew that it wasn’t from a previous burn on the metal as well. But she knew those bolts when she saw them, however, because she had fixed them from before.

“It’s a boiler,” Florence stated as she stood back upright.

“A boiler? Like on the airships?” Mark sounded concerned at that.

“Probably not from the airships, but from something that operates on a boiler, like a straight ship out in the ocean.” She showed them the piece of blackened kelp in her fingertips. “A steam explosion that burned a bunch of kelp, which then washed ashore.”

“What do you think we should do?” Francine asked her, slightly worried.

“Nothing, except—” Florence stopped.

“Except?” Rob asked her.

“Get back on the ship and hope these things don’t explode,” she finished. She held onto the piece of kelp as the four of them returned to the edge of the sand above; once they were back at the sidewalk, they hastily put their shoes back on and then scurried up the street. It was quite the walk back, made worse by the heat of the sun which bore down on them despite the cool feeling from the ocean all around them, and Mark and Rob both were eager to have something cold and sweet to drink given the shirts on their heads only proved to do so much against the hot sun and the lack of any serious winds over the ocean.

Alex and Eric still hid out in the shade of the courtyard with glasses of dark cola and hearty meatloaf sandwiches. The two of them were oblivious to the small park behind them, such that Florence and Francine stood out in the open with the sun at their heads as if it was Christmas morning and they were offering gifts to them for the new year. The former held the blackened kelp in her fingers and shuddered. Though it was seaweed, the thought of a boiler explosion happening in the middle of the night while they were up in the air only worried her, especially when she thought about the letter that she had written to Alex. She knew that she could lose both him as well as Eric in the middle of the night when she was asleep, and she could be taken alive as well.

“So, I want to start by saying that you two girls have such a way with words,” Mark began, and he took the letters, neatly folded and protected from the salt and the winds from the ocean, out of the biggest pocket on his jeans. He nudged the shirt upon the crown of his head even though the four of them stood in the shade together, away from the oppressive heat of the sun. “Francine, I felt you bleed onto the paper.”

“I did, too,” Rob added with his hands pressed to his hips. “Alex doesn’t know how lucky he is to have you girls within range of him.”

“We may be smart girls, but we have feelings, too,” Francine insisted, and Mark chuckled at that.

“And you have the feelings of two girls who are in love!” he proclaimed, and then his face turned serious. “But nevertheless, he has to read them. He’ll at the very least like seeing you both put it out into words for him, if nothing else happens to him.” He handed the one on top to Florence, and then the second over to Francine. The former held the letter in her free hand, and she fetched up a sigh through her nose.

“Plus, they’re both going to have to know at some point, too, anyway,” Francine declared as she eyed the blackened kelp in Florence’s fingers. “If one of the ships suffers a steam explosion of some kind, and they go down, it would be unthinkable for us to go to our graves without them knowing about it.”

“I’ve often felt that I needed some time to tell him, anyway,” Florence confessed, and she swapped the blackened kelp over into her other hand so she could rest that one on her belly. “You know. Not having time for words to him come the springtime and everything.”

“How do you think we should deliver these to him?” Francine asked Mark and Rob, both of whom glanced at one another.

“Well, when Eric’s not around for starters,” the latter said. 

“Yeah, he doesn’t need to see those when he’s got other things to worry about,” Mark explained, and then he snapped his fingers. “Wait! I’ll take them back to Testament’s ship,” he volunteered.

“Or, I can take them back,” Francine offered. “I know where his room is, and I could slide them under the door. If someone asks me, I’ll just tell them that something came for him and I’m bringing them to him once he comes back inside of his dorm come nightfall.”

“Oh. Frankie, you’re a genius!” Florence decreed with a shake of her head. She then handed them back to Francine, who then put her arms around Florence for a brief moment before she headed on back across the grass to Testament’s airship. The three of them watched her, even as she grew smaller with the distance. Once she had ducked behind the other side of the ship, Florence turned to the two of them.

“What do you think we should do now?” Rob asked her.

“Well, it is lunchtime,” she pointed out with a straightening of her blouse. She turned around and face Alex and Eric in the courtyard together, and she led Mark and Rob in there, into the safety of the shade.

“Hey, there she is!” Eric declared as he set his glass of cola down on the table. Florence noticed the little twinkle in his eye all the while, and she wondered what happened while the four of them were away. Before she took her seat at the table across from him and Alex, the concrete floor underneath their feet quivered and quaked to bestow another earthquake. Alex clung to the side of the table with one hand, and his glass of cola in the other. Eric braced himself while Florence huddled next to him; to which he put his arm around her. Mark and Rob never moved a muscle as the shaking never enlarged or became anything far too significant.

Florence closed her eyes, and she rested a hand on her belly. She thought about her child, ready to be born come springtime, and she hoped that they would not have to live in a world that quaked and no one said a word about it.

The shaking then subsided for a moment, only to pick up again and grow big all of a sudden. Alex never let go of the table or his glass of cola. Eric’s fingers crept over Florence’s shoulder to keep her close. A few chairs next to them moved along with the shaking ground: she could hear the fixtures over their heads swaying and waving about with the movement of the ground below. The sound of glass breaking off in the distance was enough to make Florence afraid.

The shaking seemed to last for a good long minute before it finally stopped, and in its place was the whirring of superheated water in pipes across the grass from them as the pressure valves released the extra steam.

Alex let out a low whistle and took a sip of soda.

“What the hell is that?” Mark demanded, who then relaxed in the chair across from Eric and Florence.

“I wish I knew,” the latter confessed.

“Hey, where’s Francine?” Alex asked right then.

“Yeah, where is she?” Eric added. Florence knew where she was, but at the same time, with a big earthquake like that, it was hard to say given the lines had blurred.

[noro-noro-noro]

dreams full of typos bc i typed them with my eyes closed <3 1. coming of age movie prequel but 2/3 of the actors are too old 2. wishful thinking & then a virus gets downloaded to my computer thru discord video call 3. alhaithm gnsh impact experiences harrowing character development 4. HD2D open world exploration at the mill 5. miguel spider is there paying me to fix something in his apartment which is scary and haunted

had a dream something like a coming of age movie starring actors that were a little too old for this role. mc was a black guy with a lot of vitiligo he had like a light gold colors hairstyle, female lead was a Filipino girl I think? some kind of seasian. & the 3rd character actually seems like a 14 year old or so, anorher black guy. I think it was callwd One day at a time. or smth like that. we were watching a side story that releeased in social media that took plavwbefore the main story, & that was about the mc telling the kther black guy about solwthinf that'd happened to him last winter. his ex bestfriend had died & he was so torn up about it, but he found out she faked he death and ran away never ri return but gotnstuck in an aslym . she was alive after a movie night at her house on the hardwood floor in front of the stairs. it was also oaeriallt euins btw large fit hanging out of w brown. there was a balding olde man at our slumber party too being a huge downer and we all hated him while q w were watching TV. eventually mc kid felt like the old guy was being so divisive that we thought we were over, but he continued to v3 manipjaltige and doubled down. this was like a 15-29 minute teaser for the actual movie which is that the black kid fell in love with his two best friends, vitiligo & girl, who were already dating each other, and then he eventually died at the end of the movie to parallel the teaser/prologue thing, ehere vitiligo guy though that his ex best friend had died but she'd faked it.

second dream was that my old roommate posted on her snapchat story that she's moved to a different state & broken up with her bf & I was so so so excited about it. unfortunately I got suckered into some kind of art trade video call..?? with 4 other people? & it turned out that one of them was a lady working for a scam company in a foreign country & her call played a prereocrded video that immediately downloaded a .co.wz domain thing to every single website you went to which changed the look & dowbloaded something every time one you went to sneepsge and I coidnt fituee out how to uninstall it,.

smth with alhsthem genshn. jdfont rmee ever exactly what was happening I think he was being cookedalive and escaped permanently crippled. idk it was an over the top dark chapter but I sctuslly really appreciated it bc I hatr him & it also providd jntersting new depth to his story

ankthee lart of the dream included exploring an ipen world nthat I've been to before it had a nap layout similar to octopath except in 3D fully sonyoy had to rotate it. maybe closer to triabglw steawft. i wa exploring places id alreasy been looking for pnik doors I cold backtrack too. eventually I came to this mill with lafders that weren't immediatley avvessihle but I figured out how to get up to the top and it was a giant bunk bed with a lot of my other stuffed animals & I was like how did the all end up here..!! they should be on my shelf . soeeyabout spelling very tired

oh and I remembered a fourth part which is I was supposed to go to some dudes cramped and weirdly located house in s cramped and strangrly laid out apartment. at night. to fix something?? like a plumber?? idk. sbywayit was hard to navigate up to his house but when I got there he told me to ring the doorbell & hed open the correct door to invite me in, & I did, & the guy was like a Miguel spiderman expy. and also like 6'9 towering over me with his huge.muslves & answering the door like shirtless on his boxers very sleepy & I was like okay. okay. I get it. okay. & he was like yep the thing you need to fix is right through there & I was like ok & went down this winding hallway to a weird room that needed stairs to the bottom & it just kept getting darker, but I could still see . easnt really a svary vibe I was just like man this sure is long

[seoafin]

just wanted to say thank you for blessing us with "nail in the coffin" i want to wrap that fic up in a warm blanket and put it in my pocket forever it literally broke my heart and mended it all at the same time ;-; i will always always adore how you write gojo but the way you write suguru.....is Just Something to me idk <3 his first kiss w/ mc in rip 2 my youth altered the chemistry of my brain honestly….also the fact the the 🇵🇭 got mentioned in nitc had me like: https://i.imgflip.com/4spbxp.gif 🫡

ahhhhhh you're more than welcome <3 im not going to lie. i saw those panels of a shirtless kenjaku and straight up thought i was going to die. like im sorry i know he was abusing women (yuki you're still my number one) but i was so distracted i just couldn't pay attention to anything else

i lived in a SEA country for a couple of years when i was younger so i loveeeeee filipino desserts!!!! like nanami wanted to retire in malaysia so i just feel like gojo and philippines would vibe

[boricuacherry-blog]

In the years since Michael Jackson lived at Neverland, employees - most of whom were no longer working at Neverland - reported that dozens of young boys were dropped off at the guarded front gate and handed over to Michael's "security force." One of Michael's special policemen would then assist the boy into a fanciful carriage pulled by a Clydesdale. After he had been escorted to the main hall of Neverland, the boy of the day was taken to Michael's bedroom. After securing clearance, the boy was allowed to enter the room.

Michael often invited young boys, including some young girls, to Neverland to enjoy its Disney-like attractions. Once the children were at play, he would select those boys whom he'd like to get to know better. Often he made this selection when the kids were playing shirtless or in swimming attire.

Another method of contact was through dozens of model agencies in Los Angeles, many of whom specialized in child models for both TV and print advertising. Michael would order publicity photographs of these boys sent to Neverland. Staff members reported that he would spend the good part of many a day studying each photograph carefully and evaluating it. His excuse to the agencies was that he was planning to make musical videos involving child actors, as he'd done in the past.

Johnny Ciao was employed as a chef at Neverland during the greater part of 1988. During that time, he witnessed a parade of boys being entertained by Michael.

Replacing Johnny Ciao was Faye Quindoy, a Filipino woman. She and her husband would also manage manage his Neverland estate. Michael would regret hiring them when they spilled Michael's secrets to the world on such shows as Geraldo Rivera's Now It Can Be Told.

When Michael and his special friend of the moment tired of his own Disneyland at the ranch, he'd asked Mark Quindoy to drive them to Solvang, which, like Neverland, lay in the Santa Ynez Valley. Because of its association with early Danish settlers, the town offered a taste Scandinavia in California. The architecture is Danish, and even the most famous statue of Copenhagen, The Little Mermaid, was there. Mark accompanied Michael and the boy into Solvang, where they stopped at a mammoth dollhouse Michael was considering duplicating at a Neverland.

On the way back to the ranch, Quindoy later reported that he was shocked to witness Michael embracing the boy, kissing him "like a boy kissing a girl in the backseat." He claimed the boy put up no protest, but just sat there. "Michael began kissing him everywhere. I was utterly stunned - appalled that he could do that to a seven year old boy. The kid stayed for another three weeks at Neverland before departing with his mother, who had been staying in Michael's guest house, unaware. The next day a nine year old boy showed up and began having sleepovers in Michael's bedroom." Quindoy admitted, "He chose one boy at a time. Lewd things went on right under the noses of the parents." The couple claimed they did not go to the police because, "we were just witnesses, not victims."

Michael had a playroom constructed next to the manor which was strictly off-limits to other employees. Sometimes Michael would spend all day in this playroom with another kid.

Said sister La Toya, "He would stay in his room at Hayvenhurst for days on end with young boys." Hayvenhurst was the home he lived in before he moved to Neverland.

In Neverland, he also had his private zoo, with various animals including a llama called "Puddin' Pie." There were many pink flamingos, a "Lawrence of Arabia" camel, and elephant. He also had a cage of chimps, not just Bubbles. Throughout the park were waterproof pictures of Michael holding hands with children.

Security guards from the Nation of Islam required each guest to sign a waiver agreeing not to carry cameras. Later cellphones were added. One of these guards claimed, "I can't count the number of young boys who rode with Michael on that Ferris wheel, his arm locked possessively around them. All the young kids were instructed to call Michael 'Daddy.'"

He installed a water pistol range for Macaulay Culkin.

When the builders of Neverland thought they were finished with the project, Michael demanded more - his own steam railway, a fun fair, a cinema, and a make-believe Indian village. When everything was finished, Michael hired a Charlie Chaplin impersonator to wander the grounds, amusing the children, who usually didn't know anything about the silent screen star.

Michael also had a Shirley Temple Room at Neverland. He had seen all of Shirley Temple's films countless times, and had decorated the room with film posters of her. He collected Temple memorabilia, including a pair of patent-leather Mary Jane shoes that she'd worn in one of her movies. He purchased curly haired wigs sold in the 30s to young girls whose mothers wanted them to look like the chubby-cheeked toddler. Michael was especially intrigued with a series of shorts Temple had made in the early 1930s. Called Baby Burlesks, these films starring young kids spoofed movies and stars of the early Talkies. Viewed today, these seemingly innocent films have been called by some as, "baby porn." Michael even ordered a Shirley Temple mannequin, dressing it in baby pink with a pink bow holding up her curly coiffure. He also had a shrine to Elizabeth Taylor, seen in some archival Moonwalker footage.

When Michael truly wanted privacy, he had the so-called bachelor pad he rented in 1989 called "The Hideout." It was a condo on the 14th floor of The Westford, a luxury housing unit at 10750 Wilshire Boulevard. It didn't have a bed, only a sleeping bag and a large-screen TV. Often parents, usually a mother, delivered her son to Neverland, and later in the night, Michael would take the kid to the condo.